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Thy hand conduct me near thy seat,
To dwell before thy face. 3 Were I in heav'n without my God,
'Twould be no joy to me; And while this earth is my abode,
I long for none but thee. 4 What if the springs of life were broke,
And flesh and heart should faint ; God is my soul's eternal rock,
The strength of ev'ry saint. 5 Behold! the sinners, that remove
Far from thy presence, die : Not all the idol gods they love,
Can save them when they cry. 6 But to draw near to thee, my God,
Shall be my sweet employ ; My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, And tell the world my joy.
PSALM 79. First Part. C. M.
The church pleading under sore persecution: 1 VILL God for ever cast us off ?
His wrath for ever smoke Against the people of his love,
His little chosen flock ? 2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought
With their Redeemer's blood ; Nor let thy Zion be forgot,
Where once thy glory stood.
Aloud our ruin calls :
Is made within thy walls. 4 Where once thy churches pray'd and sàng,
Thy foes profanely roar:
Over thy gates their ensigns hang,
Sad tokens of their pow'r.
They tear the buildings down:
Procures the chief renown.
Thy children in their nest :
“ The temple and the priest.'
Thy presence is withdrawn ;
Thy pow'r and grace are gone.
The best, the wisest, mourn:
PSALM 74. Second Part. C.M. A Prayer of the church for deliverance from grrat afflictions. 1 OW long, eternal God, how long, ,
Shall men of pride blaspheme !
And bear immortal shame?
The darkness and the day?
And mark the sun his way?
And set the earth its bounds;
In their perpetual rounds?
That sacred pow'r blaspheme?
Will not thy hand that form'd them first,
Avenge thine injur'd name? 5 Think on the cov'nant thou hast made,
And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade,
And vex thy mourning dove. 6 Our foes would triumph in our blood,
And make our hope their jest : Plead thy own cause, Almighty God; And give thy children rest.
PSALM 75. L. M.
The hand of God acknowledged. 1 O thee, most high and holy God,
To thee our thankful hearts we raise ; Thy works declare thy name abroad,
Thy wond'rous works demand our praise. 2 To slav'ry doom'd, thy chosen sons
Beheld their foes triumphant rise ;
They sought the sov'reign of the skies. 3 'Twas then, great God, with equal pow'r
Arose thy vengeance and thy grace,
And save the remnant of thy race.
And rear'd the mountain's awful head,
And desert wilds receive their dead.
Nor can the wind such blessings blow : 'Tis God the judge doth one advance,
'Tis God that lays another low. 6 Let haughty tyrants sink their pride, „Nor lift so high their scornful head;
But lay their impious thoughts aside,
PSALM 76. C. M.
God protects his church.
His name in Israel great:
And Zion was his seat.
Than mighty hills of
More glorious is than they.
Of captains, and their hosts :
And vain were all their boasts.
Both horse and chariot fell;
Thy vengeance who can tell !
Comes down to save th' opprest; The wrath of man shall work his praise,
And he'll restrain the rest.
Ye princes fear his frown;
And cuts an army down.
Our haughty foes shall feel : The God of Jacob ne'er forsook,
But dwells in Zion still.
PSALM 77. First Part. C. M.
Hope fresailing over de spondency.
I sought his gracious ear :
And fili'd my heart with fear.
My soul refus'd relief :
But thoughts increas'd my grief.
My heart began to break;
And kept my eyes awake.
Till I could speak no more ; Then I within myself withdrew,
And call'd thy judgments o'er.
When I beheld thy face ;
That might withhold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind,
Which I enjoy'd before ;
His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off ?
And will his promise fail ? Hath he forgot his tender love?
Shall anger still prevail ? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought,
This dark, despairing frame; Remembʼring what thy hand hath wrought :
Thy hand is still the same.